Siszosa

I got a bit carried away and thing's might make as much sense as it did in my head, but I based it a bit off of the broadcast message being said to them rather than having them say it. Wasn't entirely sure for pronouns so I did just use they/them. Feel free to change anything to your liking if you do end up wanting to use part of it for lore. I do hope you enjoy. (By the way, while writing this, I was listening to a few songs that inspired me so if you do go in this theme/direction and need a theme to fit this all, please do message me for them)
Trigger warning for cult themes and possible religious trauma

Darkness At The Heart Of My Love (Ghost)
Griftwood (Ghost)
NYMPHOLOGY (Melanie Martinez)

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Many things have been said about Siszosa. They were born long ago, in a time where Sornieth was just being forged out. They've seen light come into the world then be snuffed out all over again. Throughout it all, they've seen a constant in it all, yet seem to have done nothing more than watch it all go by.

A bystander to the universe, yet so much more to those who've known them.

They grew up in a small village bathed in the essence of the Lightweaver, surrounded by love and joy. Climbing Days were spent playing and flying with others their age and when night finally fell, they all retreated to their homes just to do it again the next day. While it wasn't much, it meant the world to them. It did at least, until the shade came. Darkness swept over the town, ripping apart families and destroying everything in it's wake. It took weeks, but eventually, with the help of many other dragons, it was pushed back and contained. The same day they were celebrating, a strange dragon came into town.

An Imperial with shining eyes that seemed to hold the power sun, dressed in golden silks, claiming to be one of the first made by the god they presided under and telling them the Lightweaver sent him to keep watch over them. Believing him, the village took him in, practically treating him as a king as they listened to his every word reverently. Siszosa's parents weren't an exception to his charm. They pushed her to listen to him, and they did. They looked at the Imperial like he hung the moon and stars, yet despite it all, it didn't take long for the spell to fall.

The Skydancer had tried to reason with the others around them to no avail. Not one dragon would listen, too enthralled by being closer to one of the Lightweaver's own and possibly gain her favor. The Imperial didn't take long to catch onto the fact Siszosa wasn't a fan, and he turned it against them. At first he tried to reason with them, showing off his tricks and telling her all how their god thought she would make a lovely disciple. When it didn't work, he pushed at it again, telling them that it was the better way. Nothing worked.

Eventually it got to the point where the Imperial eventually had enough, spreading word of how their disloyalty. Their parents tried to reason with them but they wouldn't listen to any of it. No one could sway them. It was late in the night they finally decided to leave. Everything they had tried to show the so-called prophet was false had fell on deaf eyes, on unseeing eyes. Without anyone believing them, it was only a matter of time before they left anyways. The very same night they stepped foot outside their den, the darkness came back.

As coincidences would have it, the Shade returned as they tried to leave, creeping into homes as the moons shown down to wreak havoc once again. Siszosa was only barely able to alert others before they were caught in it themself, the cold, clammy hands wrapping around their golden wings and sinking it's teeth into them.

Within it's recesses, Siszosa opened their eyes to find blinding light staring back at them. Their eyes locked with their deity's own, yellow on yellow before the Lightweaver blinked- and then spoke.

Tell me child, do you trust me?

"I do."

Then fight this. Fight for yourself, for your kin. Show them where true strength lies, then leave this place. Leave, and let them stay behind. Don't ever look back here. I will take care of them.

Her voice held the beauty and softness of a mother holding a newly hatched dragonet, singing together in a tone that left their ears ringing. They were only able to get one more look at the goddess before they were swept back into their world were piercing screams filled the air and the shade around them seemed to sizzle away, hissing like a pot of hot water.

Imbued with the very essence of the Lightweaver in their veins, they managed to push in back enough to where mages could contain it again, this time in something much stronger that they could transport it in to the Gaolers who watched it within the Icewarden's prisons. By the time, they had finished, Siszosa slumped over in exhaustion, unaware of any physical changes they had gone through between the Shade's touch as well as the Lightweaver's own.

When they woke again, they were in an infirmary. Despite the touch of healers, there was nothing to be done about the snakes that seemed to now be a part of them. Why snakes, they couldn't say. Perhaps they were the closest animal, or perhaps they were chosen for the symbolism. Whatever was the reason, they couldn't tell, but as soon as they were on their feet, snakes or not, they bid goodbye to their family and left for the arctic, caring for those who were hurt just like they had been, watching the world go by their very eyes, waiting for it to happen all over again.